Archive of Our Own

At the edges of Myeongdong, a door is partially hidden by large signs advertising goods of surrounding businesses. It's own sign is written haphazardly in hangul, placed just under a mailbox no bigger than a large boba cup. There is a neon sign above the door, though it remains blocked from view, crowded out by the things around it. Even at night, the bright red glow lights up a heart that cannot be seen.

For Rumi, it was none of these things that led her to the 24-hour café. Her never-ending quest to impress Celine did.

She had made a thirty-point slideshow to prove to her girls that there was something unusual in the famous shopping district. A portal or tear from the Honmoon that needed re-sealing, as her working hypothesis. It's happened before, and it certainly could happen again.

Mira suggested they do pop-up concerts in the square. Her reasoning being that in doing so, the sheer reaction from their fans would plug up the portal or whatever in quick order. And that's what they did.

The number of missing people reports around that area did not decrease significantly, and after a few performances, it was clear they had to change strategies.

Rumi couldn't shake the thought though, her instincts were screaming at her that there was something around that area. It's a good gut instinct too, it's helped in finding big tears in the Honmoon before. She and Celine had quietly theorized it could be due to her monstrous half, the cursed part of her that she had her father to thank for. The 'pull' may very well be Gwi-Ma trying to call her. To seduce her to the side of the demon king.

She was 13 when her mentor let her join the grid-pattern search patrols, and they sealed more tears in a week than Celine had in a month on solo-patrols.

Needless to say, neither of them mention this signal-targeting ability to the other members of Huntr/x. Chalking it up to luck instead, and even Zoey would joke about her being a divining rod for demons. She laughs and smiles, going along with the joke.

Teasing was what friendship entailed.

And if she felt alone around her fellow Hunters, her close friends? It's probably in her head. She didn't deserve this desire for more. Not until the Honmoon is golden.

Not until she's fixed.

The Honmoon shivers, cascading magenta. She leaves her ruminations for the backburner in her mind, and follows it towards the suspected tear. Her feet pounding along the walls and down alleyways, utterly silent as though she had cat-paws at the bottom of her sneakers. A trick Celine said her eomeoni invented. It was beyond helpful for sneaking up on demons, on the rare chance she could catch up to them from behind.

Rumi thinks her luck may actually change, seeing a large maroon-red ogre-like spirit raising a person—shit there's a witness!—by the neck. She looks around quickly before sliding low to slash at the demon's calves, her left-hand bringing up an eunjangdo to slide into the monster's upper torso from behind. It mists within seconds and she hums a quick note, the Honmoon helping her with her balance as she catches the person with a soft 'oof'.

He's a man. An ajeossi going by the abundance of silver hairs threaded in his manbun. With captivating eyes...

"Ah... Thank...you?" She nearly drops him from surprise, but has enough wherewithal to set him down on his feet.

"You're welcome, uh, ajeossi." Rumi stands straight-up, her infamous violet braid swaying behind her. She stays cool. If she didn't say more than necessary, and act completely different from her PR-self, there's no way this man would think she was the Ryu Rumi. "You should be careful, not to slip."

"Slip?" He's rubbing at his neck, and she could see the choke-marks left behind by the demon, but he wouldn't. "I-I guess I did. Slip. Right into your arms."

His smile is small, eyes wrinkling in gratitude. "Can I get you a coffee? It's the least I could do. And offer!"

"Ah, I... Maybe next time?" She tries to decline politely, "It's the middle of the night ajeossi, there aren't any cafe's open."

"Mine is. I own a coffeehouse." He laughs at his own joke, hand digging into his light vest for a business card. It's presented to her with a bow, and Rumi would feel bad for not taking it. "Come by any time, I'll be open for my pretty savior."

"Of course!" She'll just, toss the card later. It goes into her jacket pocket.

By the time Rumi left the block, she cursed herself for forgetting about the Honmoon tear she'd been tracking. She can't close it now, with it being a few hours before dawn.

She had maybe just under an hour to slip back into her room and pretend to wake up with the girls for their weekly GRWM live. The tiktokers go crazy for them.

Rumi forgets about the card until it slips out of her favored yellow jacket. She'd been removing the shoulder-pad, held together by clasps, when she spots it.

A coffee didn't sound like the worst thing, and she never did close that tear she meant to. Two birds with one stone.

Having rationalized the matter, she yells out to the girls that she'd be out for a run. She'll meet them for dinner wherever Mira picks, giggling to herself as Zoey starts whining and tries to spam-beg Mira to pick her favorite places.

It's a short train ride towards the famous shopping district, going up and down the alleyways until she found the unlit neon sign (honestly, why wasn't the address on the card?). She walks in, hearing a bell tinkling above her. No one looks her way—not that it mattered, she had on a trusty faded hoodie with drawstrings pulled tight. She shouldn't be recognized.

Rumi also isn't prepared for Sun Eun-u-ssi to have a dark apron on, and his sleeves rolled back. His forearms were an intricate tapestry of jagged mountains and rivers, slightly silvered skin indicating scars. Burns? A car accident?

(She's not entirely sure why her curiosity is out there, aside from an ever-persistent thought in the back of her own mind. If she did get ink, could they cover her patterns?)

(Her shame?)

"Ah, Rumi-ssi!" She freezes on her approach to the counter, and the ajeossi takes a moment to laugh. "I'm joking, I'm joking. You look a lot like Rumi from Huntr/x!"

Rumi laughs along, recovering quick, it's the smart play. "My name is Bora, you don't have to call me Rumi, Sun Eun-u-ssi."

"Really? That would explain your hair!" His laughter is, nice. Easy-going. Free of expectations.

The free latte ended up being awful, but the company is refreshing.

It takes a month for her to be considered a regular, and even then, Eun-u-ssi would call her 'Rumi' every time. Adding a 'yah' to startle the other customers, but she doesn't care. It's their little joke.

It takes two months for her to acknowledge that she had a thing for kind and clear eyes. And a single-dimpled smile. Plus silky looking shoulder-length hair from that one time he had forgotten to do up his bun. He's simple and humble, without any lofty goals more than making people smile with his awful coffee and homely café.

Her heart starts to quicken its pace every time she drops by, and she's almost afraid it could be heard. It thumps so loudly in her chest, surely it's not really a secret...

But no one there notices.

Rumi didn't know how much she valued anonymity and privacy like this. She craves it almost more than anything else in the world.

It takes her three months to stop fighting her unfortunate attraction and clear infatuation with the ajeossi.

She's three fingers deep in herself, fangs out and biting down into a very thick terrycloth towel. Her wrist hurts a little from the angle but the burning need in her was nearly, just nearly done.

What did he taste like? What did he sound like when he came? Would his eyes be open? Closed?

Not like coffee, maybe salty (going by her incognito and private searches on a disposable cellphone). Maybe he'd groan. And eyes open, watching her take him in every filthy way possible.

Would he hold her after? Yes.

Rumi curls her fingers and white explodes behind her eyes, her patterns glowing as she falls off that edge.

Then the shame settles into her, as she rolls onto her back and shoves off her sleep shorts. She tosses it into her laundry hamper before burying her face in her hands (but not before wiping her fingers off, she's just a little squicked and not brave enough to taste herself).

"He has a wife. A child." She whispers out loud, as if doing so could curb her unhealthy desires towards a taken man. She'd seen the gold band on his left hand. The rough pencil and charcoal sketches of a family portrait with a smiling young girl and wife hung around his café.

'You've never seen them. The café is open all hours. What kind of father would do that?'

She tries to growl and drown the voice out, but she can feel that familiar ache start up again in her nether regions.

She starts by circling the hard bud at the apex of her thighs, eyes squeezed tight as she imagined a rougher touch from his hands.

She only hopes the other girls don't hear. Or worse, that she'll moan his name by accident.

If they hear her through the walls, neither Zoey or Mira mention it.

(But sometimes she catches them giving each other knowing looks.)

(Rumi tries to not overthink it.)

It's her birthday. Her real birthday, a week before what's listed on her government records, Dispatch articles, fansites and Huntr/x wiki page.

Her girls don't even know. She's not entirely certain Celine remembers anymore either.

(That's a lie. Of course Celine remembers.)

(It's the day they both lost Mi-yeong. A love for her mentor and a memory she never knew herself.)

She excuses herself for a run, or some other excuse. She'd asked Bobby for a day off, Mira had a brand endorsement photoshoot, and Zoey had an interview with some highly respected eSports gamer and commentator.

Rumi hops across the rooftops, enjoying the light rain misting over Seoul. It's freeing.

She scales down a fire escape, walking the last two blocks and was surprised that the café was closed. There's a sign on the door citing an apology for being unavailable today. She checks her phone: it's Thursday. And there hadn't been any notices in the week leading up to today...

She turns to leave at the sound of thunder when she hears a soft "Rumi-yah?", and whirls around trying to track where when his voice adds an "Up here."

She looks up, Eun-u-ssi is leaning out of an arch window, expression filled with surprise. "Ajeossi. You're closed."

"Yes, it's... It's an anniversary." His voice sounds rougher, and she can't quite tell from the angle if his eyes are red or not. "A thunderstorm is coming. You should get in here."

'He could have offered an umbrella, but he's inviting you in.' Rumi tries to shake off the thought. He's just being a kind gentleman, and the storm shouldn't last long.

And if her girls or Celine or Bobby needed her, her disposable phone had been set up to mirror the one in her room. They wouldn't find her here.

Not that anything would happen here! She shakes her head vigorously this time to be rid of the fantasies. They weren't appropriate for the day of her eomeoni's death.

The bell sounds as Eun-u-ssi swings open the door for her, and she walks in. Deep breath now. "It...It's my birthday. I wanted to see you."

Rumi's face is a full on stoplight. The Honmoon strike her down, that's her opening line?

"Ah, happy birthday Bora-ssi. I guess I'm honored you wanted to share your day with me." He seems just as surprised, closing the door behind her and locking it again. "Quite the coincidence, my daughter's birthday would also be today."

Wait, past-tense.

"Would...is she...?" Her throat closes up, and she shuts her mouth. Eyes looking at each of the sketches as a distraction now.

"I haven't seen her since, uhm, an accident." She briefly glances at him from the corner of her eye, and he's looking down at his hands. Fiddling with the gold band. "Both of them, it...there was a fire that night."

"Oh my god." It comes out as a whisper, and next thing she knew—her arms were around him and she's squeezing him in a hug. "I'm so sorry."

He hugs her back, slow and unsure. But once he embraces her, that's when her heart started that thing again. Truly, what the fuck is wrong with her?

Rumi stays quiet. Eun-u-ssi stays quiet. It's just the sound of rain pounding on the windows and the streets. With the occasional rumble of thunder.

It's another thing they start to share. Her real birthday. His tragic anniversary.

He has a cupcake and candle ready for her the year after, and then apologizes for not asking what flavor she would've wanted. She assures him that red velvet is her favorite. The cake has a tinge of some roasted coffee scent, and she realizes that he made it himself.

She stays until the sun dips low past the skyline, holding him quietly. Or he holds her. He doesn't say anything more about his widower status, and she's afraid to ask.

This is fine. This is what she deserves.

(She can't want more, not until the Honmoon is golden.)

(Not until she's fixed.)

She traces his arms one birthday. He doesn't stop her.

And it all feels alarmingly real.

She doesn't know if she wants to risk it. Not with this tender and kind man, he's still grieving.

(Is it still home-wrecking if the home is already empty and void of his family? That voice inside her head, that she absolutely hates and loathes, says 'yes'.)

Rumi's still panting from finishing the last concert in their World Tour. It'd been hard work.

It's the first time she's missed a birthday-anniversary with him. It was hard not getting her awful coffee and spending time just being 'Bora'. Some Rumi stan that copied her hair and looks, a regular at Actual Romance.

Eun-u-ssi had asked once if she was a student or working, she tactfully maneuvered her answer into an apprenticeship under a musician. He joked about asking her to sing for her coffee, and she declined politely.

"If I sing for you, I'd want it to just be us." A prepared interview answer for every time she's asked what she'd do with her eventual boyfriend. It felt so right to say in that moment.

And she probably imagined his slightly wide eyes, a look of interest. It has to be her imagination, she's sure.

She shakes her head free of these thoughts. They're bad. Bad. For so many reasons.

She'd been on auto-pilot with the girls and Bobby, and she nods and smiles. She's Rumi, pop princess and heiress to the Sunlight Sisters. She's honoring her eomeoni's memory and Celine's hard sacrifices in raising and molding her to be the best of the best.

She, Mira, and Zoey, are going to turn the Honmoon gold.

They won't fail.

They can't.

They can't fail because they've already made a shimmer of the Honmoon gold, ever so brief, in their show-opener.

Rumi releases 'Golden' that very night, completely prepared for promos.

And she texts Eun-u-ssi with her disposable phone, that her tour was done and she'd see him soon.

Her crashout from her voice cracking, at the first 'Golden' live, led to her screaming into the night. And of fucking course she ends up at the top of his building.

(He's her safe space.)

Of course he finds her up there, braid partially disheveled and eyes wide in surprise. She's never shown this much skin to him (even if she's fantasized about it).

"Bora-ssi? Are you alright?" He's worried. Always putting others first.

She runs into his arms and murmurs that she just wants a hug. She doesn't dare ask for more than that.

He presses a kiss to the top of her head and she feels her heart drop.

Platonic.

No, that's what she wanted. It's for the best.

She's the weird one, the gross and greedy demon. She wanted his heart.

She needed to stay away, but Rumi couldn't bring herself to move. Not for a while yet.

He's her safe space. And she is his, a replacement daughter.

This is for the best, she tries to convince herself.

Rumi's pulse quickens as her bucket-hat wearing maknae leads the three of them towards the "totally legit" doctor. Thankfully his office is past her safe space.

"Doctor" Han is not the first, nor will he be the last.

It certainly cheers her up though. This is right, and this is normal. An outing with her girls, their song is only as strong as their bond.

She hasn't been neglecting their friendship. No. Just...carefully kept at distance. What's another lie on top of the pile, the biggest one was something she'd never confess to.

She's so in her head that she's caught off-guard by him. A guy stepping out of a kdrama, center parted hair and with kind and clear eyes.

And of course he's a demon. But at least he was probably closer to her age, right?

Right?

It's a whirlwind from there and Jinu becomes another secret. First the patterns, the awful coffee making barista-owner she has a crush on, and now Jinu and his smarmy smirk and ridiculously easy-going charisma.

Rumi tries. She really does. Shirt rucked up in her mouth as one hand pinches at her nipples and the other desperately sawing her fingers in and out of her slick cunt. Tries to imagine sitting on the wanna-be demon getting under her skin, or how big his cock would be, what he'd sound like.

All she does is think back to the forbidden-but-not fantasy. Kind and clear eyes, breathy groans, and gentle love-making as she rides Eun-u to completion.

"He's right there." She tries to convince herself, squinting at her phone. The Saja Boys' soda pop ad looping continuously. "He sees you, the real you. He's a demon but he knows about the patterns."

'He's not him.'

She comes with a sob and she hates herself some more for it.

Fuck her, Rumi thinks she has a daddy kink.

(Really, the mistake was getting drunk with Zoey and Mira once with several rounds of soju. And, horrifyingly, learning what their not-so-innocent maknae read in her spare time.)

("Daddy kinks are so 2010s, but they pop up here and there." She's smol and her cheeks have the Asian glow and she's still able to outdrink Rumi. "Some girls just wanna be girls taking daddy's big cock up her—mmph!")

(She'd chucked a pillow at her. Or maybe Mira did. That night was blurry. But she learned two words that sent her down a dizzying rabbit hole afterward.)

It's a last ditch effort to rid herself of her shameful lust: show up with Jinu on her arm, convince herself that Eun-u definitely isn't interested in herself.

Rumi's not entirely sure if she's doing this to hurt herself, to punish herself for, being what she is.

She leads the demon boy to the café, it's just after 11pm and hardly anyone comes in this late on a Monday. As she expected, it's deserted except for Eun-u-ssi, and she gives him a little wave. Her mouth is already stretched into a smile, "Hi ajeossi."

"Rumi-yah—oh, Jinu?" There's a sharp look those usually clear and kind eyes, as they scan the demon she brought in. "You said you'd be out all night."

"Ah, Sun-nim. I didn't know Rumi wanted to bring me back here." Her head whips towards him, wait, what? Jinu's smiling, but he seems just as confused as she is. "She said she wanted to show me something special."

"Actual Romance is special, to me." She says quickly, her brown eyes darting between the two men.

"Eh, so—"

"Jinu calls me Rumi too. He says I look just like her!" She couldn't lose this, her safe space. She didn't want to be Rumi.

Not with him.

"Ye-Yeah." Thank Honmoon stupid demon boy plays along. "It's a sex thing, you should hear her—"

She had blinked. One second Eun-u was behind the cash register counter, and the next he'd hit Jinu so hard he looked dizzy.

Surely this was her imagination?

"What the hell old man!" She steps between them, flinching from Jinu's shout. That hit looked bad, it'd certainly bruise tomorrow—wait no, he had demon powers. He could just glamor it away, right?

"It's not respectful to talk like that about a lady." But there's a tremble in the barista's voice. A thread of something. (Is he jealous?) "There's ice in the box downstairs, you should put some on."

A shiver runs down Rumi's spine and she tries to not think about how hot she's feeling under her collar.

She's also not sure if she's standing between them to protect Jinu, or to keep Eun-u from escalating.

She meets Jinu's eyes and he's got that calculating look again. But he grunts and opens the basement door, heading on down without a fuss. She takes a deep breath before turning to look at Eun-u again. His jaw is tight, and he's glaring at Jinu's back.

"...Thank you." She's not sure why she says it, as she tucks a strand of violet behind her ear.

She hates herself a little more for enjoying the violence. For knowing that this man would fight for her.

It's bad. It's so bad that it's good.

(That night she's screaming into her pillow, imagining her braid twisted in his strong hand as the other forces her to take him deep. So deep that they'd be connected forever and nothing could tear them apart.)

It's over.

The Honmoon isn't golden, but it's something more. More colorful and more vibrant and practically dancing with new life.

Rumi cries with her girls in the jimjilbang tub, confesses that she's born the way she is. And that she has been seeing a man for years but she's also hidden herself from him. She hopes to tell him as soon as she could that she loves him, and not be rejected.

She doesn't bring up Celine. She hasn't spoken to her since that night under the seonangdang. And Rumi can read the room enough to know that admitting she asked their mentor to execute her would go...badly.

So she doesn't.

Rumi throws little pebbles at the second story arched window, something she'd learned from Zoey's movies. It's Saturday, the café is closed, but he comes on down to open the door for her, letting her in.

He doesn't say anything about her wearing a crop-top, or ripped jorts. Instead, his eyes trace her patterns, from her shoulders, to her belly, down her legs...and back to her eyes. She swallows hard, hoping that her eyes didn't flash amber.

She wants to jump his bones and that is NOT how a love confession should work.

"I used to be a demon, too."

She feels her brain short-circuit, and Rumi just stares at him.

"The Saja Boys were living in my basement. I saw you and Huntr/x send them back to Gwi-Ma." There's a bitter laugh. "I guess it's my turn now."

"How...do you used to be a demon?" She finds her voice again and its rough. Hoarse as if she's been singing for hours instead of being shocked. "It's not possible."

"Isn't it? Aren't you here to finish me off, Rumi?" He can't meet her eyes and her heart is in her throat.

Rumi throws herself at him, clumsily pressing her lips to his. It's not like she's ever practiced it before, and she feels like the teenager she never got to be. Eun-u stills, but then he kisses her back.

There's sparks and fireworks and it feels right. She feels the hunger ignite in her nether regions and squeaks as he picks her up, feeling his biceps flex under her hands.

She pulls back, breathless and dizzy. She sees the brief flash of amber in his eyes and wonders if hers did the same.

It matters and it doesn't matter.

"I love you." He suddenly blurts out, his ears are as red as she's sure hers are.

Rumi pouts.

"Eun-u, I wanted to say that." He laughs at her whining and kisses her again. And again. She'll forgive him this time.

Their teeth and noses bump into each other as she wraps her legs around him. Her tongue slides past his and she can feel his fangs, the sharper canines.

And then she feels weightless and groans as she feels something soft under her and him hard against her. He's grinding his hips into hers, as though he can fuck her through their clothes.

'Teleport. He teleported us.' Thank Honmoon for demon powers, she guesses.

Her hands are purple and claw-like, fingertips turned talon-sharp as she rips off his clothes. She feels the same for her own outfit and she can't bring herself to care. Not when she finally has him.

Their kisses are hot and hungry, as if they intend to devour each other. Eun-u hisses in relief as one hand grabs his throbbing member, his dark pupils blown out and ringed with amber as she pumps him and kisses the head. It's chaste, and she tastes the faint hint of his precum.

Salty with a hint of sweetness, not the bitter notes of coffee.

Rumi swallows him down and hears him curse, a claw-hand on top of her scalp. He doesn't push. Her nose is against his wiry bush and she inhales his musk. She doesn't know how to describe it, other than it's purely him. Warm and inviting.

Her safe space.

She relaxes her throat, flexing gently as she swallows. She's holding his cock in her throat, and keeping him warm. It's a little uncomfortable, her jaw aches, but she holds it to get used to his size.

"Pl-Please, Rumi..." Is he begging? Does she like it? Does he?

She has so many things to learn, and she starts by raising her head up just until its just his spongy head in her mouth. Eun-u groans again, panting heavily. He curses as she lets her bottom teeth skim against his tip, but he doesn't sound angry.

"Such a good girl for me... Taking me all in like that. Fuck." She feels lightning race down her spine, and the edges of her mouth lift in something of a smile before she does it again. Bobbing up and down his length. He's bigger than a kimbap roll, and she's not certain if that's a good thing or bad thing.

But Rumi is pretty sure he'd fill her up. He'd quench that fire between her legs.

She couldn't wait and a hand snakes down to abuse her hard pleasure button, her middle and ring finger dipping into her soaking folds. She's dripping so much, slick now stringy and sticky against her inner thighs as she swallows around him again. His thighs are trembling, he's still holding back and she doesn't want that.

She wants him to fuck her face, but she doesn't know how to say it with a mouthful of his cock. She doesn't want to stop blowing him.

Her free hand shakes as she presses it on top of his hand in her scalp.

And then Eun-u is lifting his hips and thrusting into her warm and wet cavern. She feels her eyes roll back as he pumps steadily. She's being used as a fleshlight and it feels so right.

She breathes through her nose, taking in his musk as he chants her name. The cadence of it hits something deep in her and she squeezes her own fingers hard as the wave crashes over her.

When Rumi comes to, her mouth aches and there's kisses along her lips and neck. Nibbles too, but no skin broken. She's on her back.

Her hand is shaking as she pulls him into a lazy languid kiss, her heart still racing.

"You didn't..." She racks her scattered thoughts to find the word, "Release. D-Doesn't it...?"

"Don't worry about it." The amber is still there in his eyes, and she'd bet its in hers too. He cracks the same smile as when he makes her cocoa, and her heart swells, "I have two hands."

"I do too. And if not there..." She spreads her legs wider, her thigh briefly grazing against his still-hard cock. "...Inside, please. I want to feel it, I want to feel you."

Eun-u's nostrils flare as his length twitches. There's interest. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." She growls back at him, voice dipping into that demonic tritone. "I've been thinking about you for years. There's no one else that can fill me like you can."

She can almost pinpoint when the thought connects, and he scrambles down her body. Kissing and licking an iridescent pattern and making her moan.

The Honmoon shudders with each sound that escapes and she bites her lower lip. Had that happened earlier? Did the girls notice? Did Celine?

"Don't." She raises her head to look down at him, his breath hot against her folds. "I want to hear you sing for me."

He dives right in and the heat returns with a vengeance. His tongue delving into her depths and as his fingers squeeze around her clit. She has to be soaking his sheets but he laps everything up as if he can't get enough.

She's dizzy with want as she moans breathily. She wants more of this and she wants to be filled and she cries out when his fingers leave her hard nub to slide in against her inner walls. His digits are thicker than hers, though not as long, but they fill her oh so right. Her moans of approval are met with a quick tongue lashing and she feels her whole body convulse as she comes again.

'He still hasn't come.' And honestly, Rumi's in agreement with that voice. Her legs are still spread, even as her thighs shake in the aftermath, she can feel her cunt trembling and clenching around nothing now that he's removed his fingers.

"Please... Eun-u..." Her eyes are glassy and she vaguely feels wetness on her cheeks. Shit, is she crying? Is that normal, crying from how good it is?

"Greedy little thing. You still want this?" There's something hard and hot and firm rubbing against her pussy and she whines softly. Pleading. "Rumi-yah. Can you use your words?"

He's taunting her and she gushes out more slick at him being mean. She's discovering a lot about herself with him.

"Fuh-Fuck me." She tries to demand, but the words are slurring and he's finally pushing into her.

Her world narrows down to his cock stretching and stretching and stretching her. She feels split open with mild discomfort, and briefly wondered why she hadn't gotten a dildo to practice with.

No, she knows why.

The romantic in her wanted this. Wanted to feel him plunging into her depths and reach deep into her.

It's so worth it.

He bottoms out and they both gasp through breathless pants. She's so full, and she swears she can see his length bulging out from her lower abdomen. "God."

"Not my name Rumi-yah." And Eun-u is still so gentle as he starts to pull out and push back in.

And again, and again, gradually building up speed as their hips meet with each thrust. She asks him to go faster and he grunts before speeding up. It's perfect.

He's perfect.

"Yes... Yes... Daddy!" Rumi freezes, feeling him stop too. An apology is on the tip of her tongue when he shoves into her hard enough to see stars.

"Say it again." He growls desperately in her ear, just as breathless as he bucks his hips into hers.

"Daddy." She says again, not as confident but it's followed by a cry as he leans over her and tries to pound her pussy into next week.

"Daddy, d-daddy please." She doesn't know what she's asking for, but she knows he'll give it to her. Her legs are wrapped around his waist again and the headboard is banging but all she can feel is his cock driving in again and again.

She sobs as she finally feels it, his restraint finally giving in and her insides are filled with hot spurts of his release. Him. She tries to reach the end with him, her pussy spasming and clenching but it's not enough.

Their hands knock into one another and she's not sure which of them flicks at her clit hard enough for her to cum again. The waves of pleasure hurtling her into the darkness.

The moon is high in the night sky when she stirs. She's warm, and he's here, holding her.

She's safe.

Rumi tries to snuggle closer to him, wincing as the movement reveals how sore her lower half is.

"Rumi-yah." Gravelly, she's never heard his voice like this before. But there's a kiss at her temple and she purrs softly. "We should talk..."

She sighs and rips off the band-aid, the cold dread of realization had passed for her years ago: "You're my appa."

Eun-u sighs, but he doesn't move. He's still here. "I was afraid you'd say that."

"Did you...know?" She can still feel him inside of her, soft in the mixture of their shared pleasure. That is, interesting.

"I didn't want to." The admission is quiet, but he squeezes her tighter. Comforting.

They're silent for a moment. It drags on, but she's relaxed. There's nothing to be tense about.

"Celine said she killed you. That eomeoni couldn't make it out after having me." Those were the facts Rumi had grown up with.

"She tried. She tried very hard, but. I got lucky."

She starts tracing the ink decorating his closest arm with her eyes. "Why don't your patterns glow? Why couldn't...I sense you?"

"...I made another deal with Gwi-Ma. It had to do with Yerin." Ha Yerin, the third Sunlight Sister.

"Did you fuck her too?" He jolts at the question, and she can feel his heartbeat race. She bites back a grin, she hardly ever pulls one over him.

"No! I traded her soul for mine and a human body."

"A human body? This isn't yours?" She clenches around him and he grunts from surprise. He's hardening again, and she feels the lustful hunger return.

"It's different. Believe it or not, I was bigger before." Rumi rolls her eyes a bit, kissing his chest as she shifts to straddle him, moving her hips slow. The mix of their cum being churned by his cock.

"You feel just right to me." His hands come up to rest on her waist, holding her. In the dark, his amber eyes glow and she knows he's watching her breasts bounce. "I don't think you'd fit if you were bigger."

"Lucky me." He laughs quietly, growling playfully.

"Lucky us." She starts to ride him faster, the new position helping him reach different parts of her depths. Her violet hair a haphazard curtain around her. "I love you, daddy."

"Rumi..." He pants, a neck vein popping out. His voice is strained at his next words: "My little girl."

She clenches around him hard and they both cry out as they peak together. She's faintly aware of collapsing on top of him, faint tremors and aftershocks running through them both.

Rumi whimpers softly, snuggling close to him. There's still the other elephant in the room. She waits until both of their breathing evens out.

"Eun-u... Did... Did you notice me, because of...eomeoni?"

He's still relaxed. His chest is still rising and falling with his breath. And she can see his eyes open, with a soft amber glow in his dark bedroom.

"No." Rumi lets out the breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "That demon, from our first meeting? Se-mi, she was trying to push me around. I thought she'd kill me."

"I came just in time then." She murmurs, closing her eyes.

"Yes." He presses a kiss to her forehead. "And you do look like her. But you have my nose and mouth, ttal."

She couldn't help smiling, just a little.

"Did Celine make you grow your hair long?"

Rumi had been drowsy, half asleep. She's startled awake now. Through the window, the moon didn't seem to have moved far.

"Mi-yeong always complained about the upkeep." He sounds hesitant, his wavering voice quiet. Curiosity still shone through.

"...She did." Now that she thought about it, she wasn't sure when her braid had become undone. "I'm used to it."

"Do you like it, long like this?" His claw-hands were human again, and he threads his fingers through her locks. Combing the violet strands idly.

"I should go." She evades answering as she rises up, leaning on her forearms as she looks into his amber eyes. "But I don't want to leave..."

"You don't have to." He gives her that warm smile again.

"They'll come looking for me. I...didn't tell them when I'd be back, and we're on break—" She's cut off with a kiss, and she groans softly into his mouth. "I-I should..."

"You've been doing a lot of 'shoulds', aein." Rumi flushes, feeling her ears tinge red again. "What do you want to do?"

Stay here, with you. Forever.

'Don't.'

She bites her lip, aware that one of her fangs is digging into it. Celine's voice remains a constant critical devil on her shoulder.

"I'll be back tomorrow." She promises instead.

After all, the Honmoon is fixed. She's not broken. And she found her dad.

It's all fine, now. And Rumi couldn't wait to see where their life together would take her.